"I'm sorry, ma'am." Lynch said to the approaching Yilinrui, "I don't understand what you an by 'finally eting'.
"Perhaps you still cannot see through the fog of destiny, Lynch." The female elf stood before the Mage, an alluring aroma emanating from her not originating from the small yellow flowers in her hair. It was a fragrance that ca from herself, constantly lingering around her graceful body. When she raised her arm or smiled, the scent grew stronger.
"Our eting was destined. I had foreseen this mont, but I never knew who would stand before . Now I see the lifeline of the future..."
"Heh." Lynch chuckled, "I don't know when the elves, who have always sung praises of the beautiful moon, began to delve into the secrets of the stars and turned their interests to predicting the future."
Lynch turned to the Great Druid Nosta, "Why have so many Elf Generals gathered in this Holy Temple? Is there sothing that requires my service?"
"Thank you for your kindness, friend Lynch," Nosta said. "Her Majesty the Empress has requested that I assign a team of elves to your command so they can play a critical role in tis of crisis. Therefore, now all our Elf Generals stand before you. Please choose a team."
After a mont's silence, Lynch answered, "In this land, I am a guest, and you are the hosts. Whether humans or elves, there is no custom of commanding or ordering the host. Hence, it should not be selecting the Elf Generals, but offering services to the elves here."
Yet still, no elves spoke up, inseparable from their proud nature. It's not to say they're terribly reclusive. When facing familiar friends, elves express enthusiasm in their unique way, and even the most fastidious guests can sense the camaraderie (except for the Dwarves, who always feel the elves aren't enthusiastic enough, no matter what these 'pointy ears' do). However, during tis of war, an elf's company is always only another elf; they find it difficult to believe warriors from other races can reach their level. Even if defeating the strongest Elf Warriors, this feeling persists.
So, the current awkward silence was anticipated by Lynch. He had already outlined his general plan in a letter, though to prevent the muddled Soka from misplacing it, he didn't ntion the Residual Star Swamp by na. Lynch had never asked the elves to provide him warriors; it was unnecessary in his plans. All he needed was for what the elves crafted as per his designs to be successfully produced.
Just as Lynch was contemplating suitable words to tactfully decline Nosta's offer, Yilinrui stood beside Lynch, "My team and I will assist the Mage and act together in this battle."
"My lady, this may not be suitable." Before Lynch could speak, Nosta said, "Neither from a sensible nor practical standpoint would Her Majesty the Empress approve such an arrangent. Of course, I too do not agree with this combination." The Great Druid turned to Lynch and said, "I will use the Moon Hand Guard to assist you, so Yilinrui will remain in Heather."
"No!" The Princess said, "From any perspective, you are not my Master, so I will act according to my will, and even my mother will not stop . Moreover, no one can deny that my team is the most elite in the entire Elf Kingdom. Furthermore..." Yilinrui said seriously, "This arrangent was also part of my foresight."
Lynch really wanted to keep Yilinrui in Heather Holy Land; he much preferred choosing the "Moon Hand Guard." This was an Imperial Guard personally trained by the Great Druid Nosta, dedicated to protecting the Empress Hernfurry's safety. Although Her Majesty the Empress's strength always kept her in a safe state, no one would foolishly attempt to harm the Elf Queen in the Holy Land, so this Guard's combat power had never been tested in battle, but no one could deny their strength. So Guard mbers once returned to their original tribes as newly chosen elite warriors, becoming the most powerful defenders and gaining great fa. Hence, it's easy to infer how elite the warriors of the Moon Hand Guard truly are.
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